I've swallowed fish-eyes wholelike an endoscope. I once ate a trout cooked inside a dolphin. Felt like a shark eating another shark, inside the cold-blooded womb of yet another shark.

— Yann Rousselot

My love for Neo-Tokyo is a bulbous massif post-human organic circuitry. Cyperpunk is my mother tongue. My love is a man-machine interface gun.

— Yann Rousselot

We roar along the rust belts——the great red spot——the polar vortex——the caress of solar flares——ruffle the molten methane and ammonia oceans of me——the storm-riven non-surface of me and mine——that which you call skin——a threadbare term to describe where I stop and others begin——

— Yann Rousselot